It’s easy to find when you’re young.
When you’re living off scraps just to stay on your feet.
When your name has yet to be sung.
When you’re nobody, just another lad on the street.
It all changes when you have fans covering the globe.
When an entire country is associated with your face.
When you see your name on the marquee, lit with strobes.
When going back home makes you feel out of place.
It’s imperative to find the fire that lit your road.
Where do you look when heaps of cash hide the way?
Where do you find yourself, away from prying eyes, to begin again?
Where do you turn to become what you were, before it all changed?